Tides of time.

The winds whisper gently

caressing the soft golden sand

edging it slowly onwards.

Up over the horizon to meet

the sun set low.

Its warmth radiates upon an endless deep.

Down, down it falls pulled along

as it churns and beats.

Heads of white rise racing onwards 

whisked along to a distant shore.

As if startled they do retreat

lying hidden beneath the surface

forgotten for a while.

Until the time of their return.